Mexico was violent (but not as violent) back in the seventies. Maybe the kind of films we made down there had something to do with it. Here I find myself in Mary, Mary, Bloody Mary, killing the great thespian, John Carradine, a Shakespearian actor as well a member of the filmic Hall of fame. When I got to know him a bit, I asked him what he was doing in a piece of crap like this.
He rolled his eyes and said in that sonorous voice of his, "It's work, my boy!"